the Box

My Box.

My cell.

My living Hell.

My chains,

My shackles,

My freedom as well.

My salvation.

My glory.

My curse.

My fate.

In my box

There’s much at stake.

In my Box.

There is joy,



The story is told.


The comedic drama that will unfold.

Each day,

Each breath.

Through Life.

and Death.

In our Box

is the gift,

that in It’s cruel way,

Allows life or death.

Each and every day

About theonlyjoe

I am Joe. This is a collection of my ramblings, poems, stories, afflictions, victories, and the picture of my mind. Make yourselves at home. View all posts by theonlyjoe

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